Armchair Anonymous: Home Intruder

Welcome, welcome, welcome to armchair anonymous, I'm Dan Shepherd. I'm joined by Michelle Padman. Michelle, Mary Kate and Ashley Padman. Mary Kate and Ashley Padman, today we have a scare we prompt home intruder. Oh, this made me scare. Yeah, there was a lot of screaming, trigger warning for your ears safety. There was a lot of good cautionary tale in this. Yeah, if you want to get neurotic, this is the episode for you because I've tightened things. Yeah, please enjoy home intruder. Oh, times come and go good times, take them slow, my life, I had them all, but one thing, you gotta know, I'm gonna keep them shining. Hello, why is this Julia this is you're in some kind of recording space? Where are you? I am. I'm at my office, actually, and we have a local podcast, incredible. I love these sound deafening boards behind you, they're very attractive. It's a very old building, the walls aren't really closed in, so we had to make it sound proof. We're in the country, are you? I'm in Ohio. Wonderful. What's your local podcast about? So I work at a marketing agency, our co-brand is called the Blaze Network, where we talk with local business owners about marketing, HR, all things business, so the podcast itself is called the torch stock. Oh, cool. And are you in Cleveland? No, Amish country, so I live in Worcester. I spent a lot of time around the Amish as a kid in Southern Michigan, a lot of horse and buggy's around. Always dodging the horse and bunnies, the bikes, the scooter. And do you have any wood and furniture in your home crafted by the Amish? I do not. But very popular, right? Yes, yes, very popular. And I do want to say you guys are our inspiration for our podcast. We are not experts. I'm like, okay, what doxamonica? They do this. Their setup is like this. We need to be looking at them. Oh, that's flattering. That's lovely. Okay, I would not want this for you. You're a very sweet person, I can tell already, but you had a home intruder. I did. You're prompt for this month where stalker or home intruder and I was like, hold my beer. I've had both. Oh no. So this actually took place in Maryland. I'm originally from Maryland outside of Baltimore. In 2016, I lived with two in their roommate. So it was three young girls. We were all early mid 20s when we just moved into our new apartment in the bogus. So right before school started, my one friend was a teacher at the time, started noticing cigarette butts outside of like our patio. So we were on the ground level of apartment complex. So we had a little like bar top table out there, noticed a bunch of cigarette butts. We're like, that's weird. High school kids must be hanging out here. Maybe they were here before we moved in, we didn't notice it kept happening bottles, cigarettes, fast forward to October, Halloween weekend. We wake up Sunday morning, open the blinds and see women's underwear on the door handle and see men on the door. Oh my God. Okay. Now really quick, obviously you're deduce seen at semen because you saw fluid plus undies. Right. Okay. That's weird. So we call the not emergency police number, they come out, they're like, this is something you see in the movies, laugh it off, don't really do anything then leave. So we're like, all right, let's remove the underwear. First we thought it was kids underwear because it was very small, but then it was playboy bunnies on it. It's like, no, this is just small. Oh, wow. So clean up the window. Oh. Really quick. There's three of you. How do you decide who has to clean it up? Whoever's got the highest threshold of gross? Yeah. I don't remember who cleaned it up. I would probably say Emily was our mom there. So we probably had Emily. I'll tell you remember if you were the one that I would just break the window or door. Just get rid of it. Yeah. I want to touch that a couple of weekends go by and then not the underwear, but every weekend we wake up. There's semen on the door. Oh my God. Oh my God. We'll call the police. They come. Don't really do anything about it. Then leave. We start to get blinds up so they can't see through. We've noticed too that he's unscrewing the light bulb outside of the door so that like you can see in because it's right into our living room. Then we're like, well, we're going to catch him like we try to stay up at night. You know, this is after we come back from the bars where like we're going to catch him tonight. Of course, those are the weekends that he doesn't stop by. Or if we have like people over, he's clearly watching the area. Are you comforted at all by the fact that it's happening on the living room window and not one of the bedroom windows? A little bit. So we don't even really think of that. So there's like definitely heavier blinds in the bedrooms. Then we're like, we're going to get cameras. Of course, we can't afford like outside night cameras. So we're like, we'll just catch him one night. So then we get a really big current hung up because it's those plastic blinds that you know, they just like break through. So probably it was about February. We noticed the next morning that the stool was screwed up close to the window and there is now like a ball penis in front on like the top, higher on the building. So like he's trying to like peek over the blinds. And he's rubbing his genitals on the glass and leaving him off. Okay. You said you moved in in August. So you're not five months of this behavior. Yeah. So that time we called the cops again because we had to just stop calling the cops at that point because there was nothing that they were doing. So then the cops come and he tells us that we were being dramatic, that it was dog slumber, that was a big dog print. And I was like, sir, we are all adults. We know what seem and looks like. We know what a penis imprint like it's very clear that this is on the door. So then after that, I was like, okay, we're done calling cops, they're not doing anything. So then in March, so it's three roommates, Emily Miranda, Emily's out of town for the weekend. Miranda's out that night. So it was Sunday night. Emily has like a little small rap dog, RIP Clyde. So I was at home that weekend with the dog Sunday evening. I take Clyde out, let him go to the bathroom, come back in, shut the back door, lock it. I'm in the kitchen. He is freaking out, growling at the back door. Here we go. And I was on the phone with my boyfriend at the time. Now, how's Spencer? I was like, what is this dog barking at? So I'm like going out, open the windows. I don't see anything because it's dark at that point. Like I try flipping on the lights. It's not turning on. So like I'm putting my face up against the window, like trying to look out to see what he's barking at. And then it dawns on me. Like, oh my God, he's standing on the other side of the story right now. And my face is pressed up against it. And he turned the light off again. That's why the life switch is not working. That's what he's barking at. So I freak out. And I'm like, what do I do? And he's like, well, hang up and call the cops. And I'm like, no. So I hang up and I call my little sister, she's like, get a knife and call the cops. Is your boyfriend back in Ohio still or something? He was in Missouri at the time. So then I call the cops. They come. They look around. Don't see anything. Did like a canvas of the area. So then they leave Emily comes back home Miranda still out that night. So Miranda doesn't come home. We go to bed some day night and then I wake up to my lights being turned on in my bedroom. And I like wake up and the guy is creeped down by my bed, by my dresser, trying to like creep towards my bed. So I'm like, who are you? Like, what are you doing? And he keeps telling me like, ssh, be quiet, be quiet. And I'm like, no, who are you? Like, I'm half asleep. I'm like, did Miranda come back with people and see looking for the bathroom? Because it's my doors right by the bathroom. So I was really like, what the heck? And then he just kept walking towards me. And he'd be quiet. And what did he look like? Like how old is he? He was like in his 20s. I explained to the officers that he looked like a douchey soccer player because he had like the track pants on, spiky hair. And he was like kind of short. So then I start getting mad because he woke me up and you're telling me to be quiet. And then I start like waking up more and realizing what's happening. And then I'm like, okay, what would Olivia Benson do? So I jumped out of bed, yell to Emily, call the cops, somebody's in the house. So he yells like no, runs out of the bedroom. I run down the hallway after him, like to chase him out of the house. Emily, like I see her kind of opened her bedroom door and then shut it and lock it. So I always give her crap that she's locked herself in that room. He runs out of the apartment. I locked the door, get the phone from Emily because she's on the phone with the cops. I tell them somebody just broke in so the operator like stays on the line until the cops get there. They're there for hours scanning, doing the fingerprints and everything. At that point in the timeline, the big curtains had to fall off because we don't know how to use drills and they hang the curtains back up. They like put a chair underneath the door to lock it. And we had those metal handles, but they're apparently useless or hollow aluminum and can be really easily maneuver because it's a sliding glass door. So that's how we got in. Yeah, he kept like jamming the door until he could break it open. And Emily said she heard something that she thought it was just Miranda coming back, being drunk and just loud and soft. We always blame it on Miranda. To the next morning we call our apartment complex, we're like, we are moving out of this apartment. This has been happening for months. We're not on the ground level anymore. So they wouldn't let us break early, but they said they would move us. So that day, we all call for work. We're packing up the whole apartment to move buildings. And as we're going like back and forth out the back door, our neighbors to the side is like, what was happening last night, we saw a bunch of police activities. So we tell them, you know, somebody broke in and I was like, have you noticed anything? And then she yells up to the person that's on the balcony above her. And she's like, oh, yeah, haven't you said you saw some guy hanging around here, trying to break into their utility closet? And she's like, oh, yeah, someone's been here trying to get into your eyes utility, cause it for like weeks. I'm like, why wouldn't you think? Yeah. Yeah. Oh, my God. So then the lieutenant comes over that day. I blast him. Like, we've been calling you guys for months. You haven't done anything. You laughed at us. You told us we were being dramatic. And he's like, I'm so sorry. We're going to take this really serious. They have the crime scene that comes out the next day because there was a scene on the door from a few weeks before that we just got tired of cleaning it up. So we kind of just like they're turning into like where birds hang out literally they come and like scan it and stuff and then we move buildings and then the building that apartment complex moved us into the back door was broken that was going to get fixed. So then my boyfriend ends up coming out because he coached football so he was on spring break. So he came out and him and Miranda like taped up the whole back door with cardboard with like one little people so we just locked out our all of our doors and windows. So we moved apartments never heard anything out from there. I moved to Ohio a year and a half later and they had reached out to me said they think they caught them. They wanted me to come testify but they gave me like a date range and I was like I can come testify but like I need to know what date because I have to travel back from Ohio and they're like well unfortunately he broke into a lot of other places after yours. So we have on their people that can testify so I didn't have to go back so I never knew what happened to them. Did they send you a picture though? But before we moved out I ended up getting a dog like in the next apartment complex that we moved into. So me and Miranda and my dog were all out in the common grassy area. This was June and I saw him cross the parking lot and walk and just deadlocked like made eye contact with him and my dog he was a 12-week-old puppy but he got up and stood in front of me and just grouted at the guy the whole time and Miranda was like that looks like the guy you described that broke into the apartment. I was like no that was the guy that broke into our apartment and that was like the last time I saw him. Oh my god did he live in the apartment complex? Yeah that's what they said that he lived in there so yeah he was there watching us the whole time. So now we all sleep with fast-fire door I always tell my husband I'm like I'm sleeping on the outside because you're in part of sleep or like I want to try to do with the next person breaks in. I'm gonna be up and ready again. Yeah I'm waking up and seeing so oh my god. No that is I mean thank gosh you have roommates and they bring people home so it was better that at first you thought oh it's some dude came back from the bar and can't find the bathroom like that's a little better of a thought than oh my god there's a man in my room that's come here. Yeah. How did you sleep that following night? We did it so we were in the living room like we brought our mattress out in there we watched Empress New Group actually watched Baron Hood too so like we just stayed off the whole night watching that that was our show of this season. We all slept in the living room together for probably about like three weeks. Oh my god this is terrible I hate that one lone idiot male can cause this kind of ruckus and damn it's god damn it guys. Let's get it together. Oh horrible horrible one that he was caught. I want to know what his ism is you know you're leaving your DNA everywhere. Right he wasn't very smart. Right. And he didn't have gloves on when he was in your house I presume. Nope. Well hopefully between the fingerprints that you're joined and the semen on the thing he got removed for a period of time. Yeah I never know what happened like after they went to court and stuff I didn't have his name to look it back up. But that's my story. Oh wow it's harrowing and I hate it. I didn't like that at all but we were happy to talk to you. Yeah yeah yeah and then if I can shout out my brother and my sister going we're all arm cherries. I told them as soon as I submitted my story. I was like I just submitted it and then when I got the email I like called them before I opened it up like a college acceptance letter. I was like you have to answer my video call that's so sweet. Well a family of geniuses clearly. Yeah. All of you like the show. Oh we're flattered. Well Julian lovely meeting you thank you you guys as well. Okay take care. Hello. Hi Kelly where are you? Okay well I'm from Whittier but I live in Huntington Beach but I'm not Huntington Beach if that makes sense. You're not there currently or just you're not a Huntington Beach person. There you go. Because for the non-Californians if we had to do a stereotype very associated with UFC guys and that kind of vibe. Nazis yeah. Oh yeah. Okay. Nazis. UFC fighters. I'm not that. It's a shame it's such a cute little beast now. I hate to have to give that disclaimer. Sometimes the few you know they do. They spoil the whole basket. Okay so you have a home intrusion story. I do 45 years ago. I was eight years old. I can remember it like it was yesterday. I can smell it. I can see it. I can hear it. I can taste it. We used to spend most of our time in Mexico. We had a house in Mexico that we were building not extravagant Mexico, Baja California. We were motor cycle dirt bike, water ski people. Yeah. And so we were always coming and going and we got home at night about midnight. In Mexico or in Whittier. We got home to Whittier. About midnight. I pulled the trick that all kids do where you fall asleep in the car so your dad has to carry you to bed which is the move. And I was not a small child. So, props to my sister carrying my heavy ass to my bed. And then 3.30 a.m. happens. And I hear my mom scream. There's someone in the house at the top of her lungs. And I used to be a sleeper that like you could drop a bomb in my room. I would not wake up. I immediately just panicked and froze, laid in my bed. And then I hear high pitched like that kind of breathing and heavy, heavy footsteps. And it's my naked dad jumping out of bed to chase this dude through our house. And he's new. He's sleeping in the raw. Always. We're naked sleepers. My mom will go up because our dogs used to sleep at the foot of their bed and our girl dog who liked no one. She did a little grow and it woke her up. And the guy was at the foot of her bed with a ski massive pen right in his mouth. Going through my dad's fucking pants pockets. No! It's so ballsy. Just like with them sleeping right there. We must have been so tired because my mom could hear anything while sleeping. So chase and soos. He goes out the back door and mind you. This night to meet me. We unlock the doors. You don't want to be rude. Yeah, that would be rude. We want you to break your shit to get to our house. You want to be able to yell. Come on in. So they run out the back door and the guy goes over the block wall into our neighbor's yard. Well mind you, my dad naked. He grabs the guy by the shirt and get pulled over the wall and scrapes from tail to ankles. And when he landed, he landed on his knee that he just recovered from blowing his knee out and he blew it out again. So meanwhile I'm still frozen dead in my bed just panicking. And next day I know I look up and I see something standing in my doorway and I'm like oh my god it's someone else. Well unbeknownst to me, my aunt had made me a clown costume for Halloween because it was Halloween. It was October 31st that day that happened and I was supposed to be going to school. We're in my fancy clown costume to go to our little school parade. Well she came over while we were gone and she hung it in my doorway so I would see it. Not knowing that we would not be awake and that we would get robbed in the middle of the night. What if the robber had screamed is he so like a homelope. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. By so fucking clown hanging. I would shit. I rubbed the wrong house man. There's crazy clowns in here. Yeah. So I look up see this person in my doorway panic. And then the next thing I know is I see another silhouette with a giant ass knife. Well it's my mom. She raised the kitchen and got the biggest baddest knife we owned and she was clutching that thing ready to get anybody that was getting out of her baby. I jump out of bed and she grabs me. We go to the kitchen. She makes two phone calls. First to my papa, her daddy. And then nine one calls. No one calls 911 first for a reason that really does not believe you. Papa showed up before the cops and he was armed to the teeth. That's why you call papa first. He has no other calls. You're right. But most of the stories people are calling people far away. Yeah. They're not going to help. Yeah. Yeah. Luckily Papa was only about a mile and a quarter from us. Did Papa have to confront naked father? Like I guess Papa probably doesn't want to see son and law naked. Oh no. He's seen it all. We're that kind of phone. Okay. Okay. That's fine. So Papa shows up. We need him in the yard. My mom's got that death grip on that knife. And he shows up and he's ready to rumble. Like he doesn't know who he has to get what he has to do. By the way, my dad, we don't know where he is. He's gone. My mom's standing out there. She has chownies in one hand and a butcher knife in the other. Because she knows my naked dad is somewhere in the neighborhood. He's going to need to put some slacks on. Cops show up. I think two cars, maybe three. They all get out and they see my papa there looking like Rambo just ready to rumble. And they see this woman that's like panicking. And it took four cops to pry her fingers off that knife. She was not letting go of that knife. And she's trying to explain to them, I don't know where my husband is. I don't know what's happening. And then we see this zombie-like creature running down the middle of the street, covered from head to toe in blood with his knee popped out of joint. So literally like a zombie running down the street. And it's my father. And the cops freak. They all draw their guns. And she's like, no, that's my husband. That's the victim. Yeah. That's the victim. The naked bloody guy. He runs right past the cops, jumps in his van and holds ass. He's going to go find these guys. He's like a hound dog. Oh, he is on the set. And so it turns out we never found him. But it clearly was not one person because when we got back in the house, the cops went with us to look at all the stuff. They'd taken TV stereo equipment speakers. My mom's purse, which that's another part of the PTSD that kicks in. So they have her purse with, you know, mom wallet back in the day, 900 pictures in the hair. So for like six months to a year every time we went anywhere, my mom was like, that's the guy. Like she just knew. Like, we don't know what they look like. He had a ski mask on. And so that was like the trauma that stuck with me forever. And so until the day that I met my husband, I woke up every single night at 3 30 AM like in a panic sweat. Man, wow. It just doesn't go away. Now it's in my DNA to like panic every night and have an anxiety of that. Yeah. So we never found the guy. Luckily none of us were hurt, but that was a day that clowns became one of my biggest fears. And so that's my little home and trigger story from 1981. The thing I'm distracted by, which is not relevant at all, is simply that's another unique thing about the 80s is we too had someone's robber house and they stole a TV and jam boxes back in the 80s, a zenith TV like a council TV. That thing was $1100. They used to be such a more significant chunk of your income. Now everything's free. No robber is stealing a 60 inch TV. They can't resell it for any of that. It's not to mention the fact that it probably weighed 500 pounds. That's what I'm saying. How did they get those TVs out of there? I was impressed actually after I thought about it was like how did they get all of her shit out there without us waking up and where did it go? I mean they must have had a u-hole truck in the front yard. I don't know. But you could have never predicted that the end of this kind of theft would be that just everything got so cheap that it wouldn't be worth it. It's just such a bizarre outcome. Like people just don't do that. We have a photo. This was literally the 24 hours before. Now this gives you a little idea of my family. That's my crazy dad and my mom and me in the middle. You're on a three wheeler. This is so 80. That was my three wheeler. Was it a Honda? It was. That is so cute. And then the next year I rolled over on that thing fell into a trash pit and put up my wrist. So that was also another little trauma. My daughter's got a beautiful scar on her knee from off-road adventuring. He collect receipts as I say. Those are all stories. Well Cali you're delightful. It's such an 80s story and naked dad climbing a fence. I don't think men try to fight the intruders anymore. I think that's past mostly too. I know. I don't even think it was in his mind to even think to not chase the guy. But what if he had a weapon? I know. No, you don't care about that. Your naked, let's go. Let's go. Well, Cali, I'm glad you made it. Dad's kind of a hero in this story. He hit legend status for this. He's still a legend going to be 78 in eight days and still kicking ass doing all the dad things. Oh, I love it. Well, have a great summer and enjoy that beach community. Don't get beat up in a cage match. We won't. I don't go to the beach at all in the summer here. We go northern California. All right, guys. Thank you so much. Take care. Bye. Bye. Hello, boy. Hello. Tell me about this shirt. I actually just got it on a recent trip to Paris. I'm going next week. I'm so excited. Are you? Yes. It was incredible. I was there for Fashion Week. Oh, so beginning of March, it was a dream. Oh my god. Where did you get it? Well, I want to talk to you about shopping. There was an incredible consignment shop that we found on the first day. I was actually there. I work at a consignment shop and our boss took us. It was a dream. Oh, and we found another consignment shop and where I did all my shopping. Well, for the listener, your shirt, if I had to give it a title, if it was hanging in a museum, the name of the shirt would be fuck you convention because you mix leopard print and plaid, which I think is a no-no impression. Yes. No, there's not really no-nose. Yeah, there were. They were like, you can't wear this kind of pattern and stripes. I know, but if you had style, you could get away with anything. Oh, okay. I'm so sorry. Yeah. I thought leopard and plaid didn't go together. But now it's what they do. In my opinion, plaid is neutral. Yeah. And where are you at, Molly, in the country? I'm in Canada. I'm West Coast. NBC. Victoria. Oh, great. Okay, so you have a home intruder story. I do. This happened February of 2020. So right before the pandemic, bad year for you. Yeah. It was home. It was about 8 p.m. in the evening. So not in the middle of the night when our imagination typically thinks these things happen. My husband was putting our eight-year-old to bed and our upstairs sleeping in their crib. And I was at our dining room table doing my evening ritual of puzzling, drinking wine and listening to my true crime podcast. So you got a really dreamy husband. He's like, huh, go ahead and drink some wine. Listen to your true crime podcast. Build a puzzle and I'll put the kids to bed. This sounds like you got a real winner. I do. He's the best. Even though bed times were a tricky time for us. We typically traded back and forth. But this was at his night. It feels like a wrestling match. Like, okay, let's do it. Exactly. Our dining room had a glass two-way swinging door between our dining room and our kitchen. And I was at the dining room table with my back to the glass door. And actually to note, earlier in the evening, I had clocked that our back door was unlocked and said to myself, you know, I'm going to let the dog out again before I go upstairs. I'll lock it after I let the dog out. Victoria's a very safe city for the most part. I grew up here. And my parents never locked the door when I was growing up. So I'm sitting, doing my puzzle and all of a sudden, like, not sound happens, but I just had that spidey sense that, like, you got to clock your surroundings. And I turn around and there's a strange man standing in my kitchen. Who's looking at you or back to you? He's facing me. I clock immediately. This guy's not looking anywhere. He is under the influence of something. He's kind of staring off into nothingness. I can tell immediately. And as I'm processing this man, there's a door between us in four feet at most. What's he look like? Caucasian maybe 20s. Smaller. He's an addict. He's skinny. He's not in full weight. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. He doesn't look healthy. No. As I'm processing what I'm seeing, I watch him look at the counter and pick up the chef's knife. Oh my god. Oh boy. And at this point, I start running through the house screaming. My husband hears he's fast asleep in our kid's bedroom. Her bedroom is on the main floor, which is where I am. He comes out. He has no idea what's happening. Now you have two disoriented males. Exactly. I scream at him. There's a man in the kitchen with a knife. He runs one way and I run the other. This is the last I see of him for a while. Oh, I grab my daughter out of her bed and haul her up the stairs. I grab my baby out of their crib. I just close us because I don't have a lock on my own suite in our own suite bathroom. And I call 911. I have my phone, thankfully. I didn't know this. But when you call 911, you don't necessarily have your phone call picked up immediately. It's so annoying, actually. Sometimes it just rings. There's not a dispatcher available to take the call, I suppose. This felt like it went on for 15 minutes. Of course, I'm trying to stay calm. My two-year-old is fast asleep. Hasn't woken up, but my eight-year-old is clocking what's happening. And I'm really trying to stay calm for her. Finally, somebody picks up the call. I tell them that there's man in my house with a knife, the address, all those things. I don't remember what other questions she asked me. But I do know that even though the phone call took a long time to go through, there was already cops in our neighborhood. And they got to the house really quickly. I was only on the phone for like two minutes before she said there was somebody at the house. That's comforting. But then as I'm still on the phone with her, at one point she goes, "Ma, you need to tell your husband under no circumstance should he ever go after the perpetrator." I'll be sure to tell him that later tonight when I- Yeah, exactly. I'm going to go interrupt right now. Hey, he has. Don't chase this guy. Yeah, after a few more minutes on the phone with her, I hear somebody come up with stairs. Of course, I know the cops are pretty there. I assume it's going to be someone I want to see, but they're still also when you're hiding. I don't know who's coming through the door. It was my husband who came and grabbed us and we come downstairs and there's 10 cops in my house and I immediately go, "Where's the dog?" And they're like, "There's a dog in this house." Because that's actually usually something that they want to know before they come into a house. And I said, "Oh, yeah. We have 110-pound Catehula American Bulldog Cross." Oh. Gardok. Nobody has seen her heard from her. Well, where was he at the job when this guy first came in? What was he or she doing? Exactly. Exactly. My husband Logan immediately runs outside thinking in the commotion, maybe she left, followed him out the door. One of the cops asks me to step into our spare room with him to get my statement. Turn on the light in the spare room. I still have my kids flinging to me. Our dog is on the bed shaking. She doesn't respond to the large man in uniform. I've never, not again, not before that had ever seen my dog like this. And Logan comes back in the house and closes the door and that's when she gets up and starts barking. Not a hell. How do we explain this? She's a coward. I can't tell you. She knew she fucked up. From that day on, she was alerting us to every minute thing that happened. Trying to make up for her failure. Absolutely. Wow. So she was there for the whole thing and just stayed quiet on a bed shaking. Yeah. Okay. So she gets a D. A D for dogs. So when you finally heard from your husband, what was his interaction? Did he interact with the guy in the kitchen? Oh, yeah. He ran at this man. He tackled him, smashed his hand to get the knife out of his hand, picked him up and carried him out of the house. At that point, this guy got up and started running. And this is when the dispatcher scolded me because my husband ran up the street after this guy and tackled him to the ground. Luckily, the cops showed up just then because my biggest fear was actually that my husband was going to hurt this guy. In my mind, that was kind of a worst case scenario. My husband is going to hurt this man. God forbid, he killed him in self-defense and protecting his family. But like, we're not recovering from that. Yeah. Nobody was hurt. The guy, his name was actually Cody, was arrested that night and was actually only in jail for not even 24 hours before he made bail. We did press charges. It went to court. He was charged with breaking and entering and brand of Shina weapon. It was a really sad story, though. He was put up to it. He was an addict. Was he there to rob? Probably get money for drugs. Yeah, it actually just made me feel sad for him. It was a relief to know there was no intent. He just tried my door and it happened to be open. Oh, wow. What was his sentence from Asian? I think so. Actually, to be honest, I didn't really follow it. This was the biggest surprise to me. And after all of this, I immediately get on the phone with my therapist going, I've just experienced trauma. I need a session ASAP. We got to process this. I get to my therapy appointment and I'm like, yeah, like this is traumatizing. I'm going to be traumatized. How do I deal with this trauma that's going to happen to me? And she's like going to happen. And I was like, well, I feel fine right now. But like this has to be traumatizing. And she asks me, what would you have done differently given the opportunity to relive this experience? And I go, well, I protected my kids. My husband protected us. No one was hurt. He was arrested. There's absolutely nothing that I would have done differently. The dog needs therapy, but the other than that, I definitely need some sessions. It was a great lesson in remembering how trauma works. And then it's not something that happens to you. It's something that happens in your audience response to something. And it really wasn't a traumatizing experience in the end for any of us, which is great. It was a crazy thing that happened. Yeah, I've heard a great saying someone talking about don't mind for trauma. Don't be trying to find it and dig for it. You'll come by some honestly. Well, Molly, you have a very Scandinavian response to this whole thing. It's very like I get it. Life is complicated. People have struggles. Sometimes they end up in your house. And that's part of doing business. So it sounds like it's good of a version as you can have really kind of. Yeah, well, it's very nice to meet you. Enjoy that beautiful Canadian summer. Really nice to meet your both two. All right. Take care. Have a good one. Lynn. That's me. Hi. Where are you, Lynn? I'm in Illinois outside of Chicago. Oh, let's go Rob. Yeah, well, part originally downers grow. I know downers grow. It's not far from me. That's where our story takes place. Okay, I just want to point out that your surroundings currently are so immaculate. I would love to be invited into your home. It's so clean and orderly. Anytime my daughter would love it. Okay. So you have a home intrusion story. Well, not exactly. It wasn't an intruder. My husband actually letter in. Oh, okay. Well, all right. Let's hear it. And by the way, we're not strict. So we don't care. It can be anything for us. Okay. So it was Thursday, 2008, 230 in the morning. My husband's leaving for work. He was a commercial garbage man. He's backing out of the drive. And there's a person there. So he stops. She knocks on his window. It's a young woman. She said she needs help. She needs to call her dad. Can she use the phone. So he brings her in the house. He comes down, wakes me up and says, Hey, Lynn, you got to wake up. I let this girl in. She said, use the phone. I got to go to work. Oh, boy. Oh, no, it's 230 in the morning, 230 in the morning. So I get up. I go upstairs. Here's this young girl woman. She has a camion. What's a camion? Like a tank top skinny straps. Yeah, her underwear. Oh, and a towel from my utility room ripped around her waist. No, swear to God. Nothing else. Wow. I'm kind of impressed. Your husband got right out of there to go to work. Yeah, it's kind of a feather in his cap that he didn't want to help her make the call. I look at her from her fingertips to just below her elbows. Her arms are covered in blood. They literally look like if you dipped them in a bucket and then hold them out. So we go in the utility room. We run the water. We're going to clean this all up. She starts telling me that her husband is a downers girl police officer trying to kill her. And she just needs to call her dad so that he can come get her. So we have a daughter. She's 17. She's asleep. So far in the family room at this point. This girl is cleaning up. We call her the bloody lady. The bloody lady. The bloody lady is upstairs cleaning up. We got a fun sneaker. We got a home intruder. Yeah, you got someone in your background. That's my dad. The one 17 year old. Yeah. So I go get her some sweatpants. My beauty in the beast sweatshirt. Some socks. I take them up. In the meantime, I grab band aids, neosporine, beckteen, anything that we might need. I get upstairs. She puts on the clothes. We go to the kitchen table. At this point, all the kitchen lights are on. It's like 240 in the morning. We are lit up. Like you cannot believe outside lights on for her dad. Hall lights on. I mean, you could land a plane. I was like, okay, we need to shut some of these lights off. So we start bandaging her up. Stuff is on the table. I start shutting off all the lights. I tell her, call your dad back. Tell him to call us when he gets close. I'll put the light on. So I'm shutting lights. My daughter comes up. She's like, what is going on? I said, you know what? I don't really know. So take your phone. Go in your room. Lock the door. Yeah. I don't know if her husband's going to come looking for her or what? I really didn't want to be in the middle of this at 240 in the morning. It's also very complicated because you can't call the police in theory in theory. If she's to be taken at her word, the bloody lady, all of a sudden, I look out and I look across the street. I see movement. I turn to the kitchen. I said, do you and your husband have a dog? She starts coming into the living room. She goes, what kind of dog? At this point, a flashlight from across the street shines into our living room. I said, get down and I flew into the hallway. The flashlight gets closer as it's coming in through the living room window now. So I I tail it into the hall. I assume she's behind the island or in the utility room. I'm not sure. Lynn, can I ask one quick question? Sure. Were you getting a sense of her at all during this process? Like that she was delusional or normal or assessing whether she's crazy or not? She seemed like something was going on and I just need to call my dad. Was she upset? Yes. She needed to call her dad and she needed to come get her, but not in a crazy person. No, not at all. So the light came in the living room. I fly around the corner. We're kind of just waiting. We don't know what to do. You know, you're just sitting there. I could feel my heart beating in my ears so loud. And then I hear voices around the back and I hear this is the house. There's medical supplies on the table. I crawled to my daughter's room down the hall. I'm like sticking my lips underneath the door very quietly saying call 911 at the same time. They're banging on the front door and I'm watching the front door. It's like literally moving in and out. There's voices in the back voices in the front. All of a sudden my daughter comes out of her room. She goes, "Here you talk to him." She called 911, stated her name, her address, and said, "Somebody's trying to break in my house. You need to send the police." The first thing was, "Are you sure you're not expecting someone?" She was like for the love of God. It's 245. Yeah, probably not. Then it was the police are at your house. And she's like, "Mm-hmm, these are the wrong police." And they were like, open the door, let them in. So that she gave me the phone. So they're like, "Open the door, let them in." And I was like, "No, I don't know who this is." We just kept arguing. So I got off the phone. I opened the door. There was an officer standing at my door. There were at least four squad cars in front of our house, like a movie and so surreal. So he steps right in, right away. And he's like, "Where is she?" you know when I was like in the kitchen. So he starts berating us. My daughter was out of her room standing next to me and he's like, you didn't think to call the police and I was like, not really. She needed to call her dad. That was fine by me. She said her husband was a cop like, no, she wanted to call her dad. That's all we were doing. So they were just jabbering at us. We felt like criminals. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Why are you interrogating me hot shot? Right. So they're like, you know, where is she? Boy. My AT&T cordless phone got I was like, oh my God. Well, she left it in the utility room. The cop found it. He goes, there's blood on it. You probably want to clean it up. Put gloves on. I was like, thank you. Oh my God. Yeah. They were in for a while. Then they were outside. When they did come in, we heard they had a walkie talkie thing on their shoulder. And one of them came across that said the ciberus is cleared or secured or something like that. Well, the ciberus is one of those romantic getaways. You don't know. They have swimming pools in the room and it's pretty gross. Oh, it's like a name of a hotel for punny mooners. Well, it's like just a romantic, you know, you know, I just were fucking like a motel. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Just like quickies. Yeah. And it's like a block away. So it made sense why she didn't have any clothes on. Oh. So before they left the cop set or one of them, it wasn't the same one. He said, she was on drugs, her husband isn't a police officer in Downers Grove or anywhere else and then they left. Have they caught her or we don't know yet? She's just gone. They said that they got her outside. She's in custody. So then everybody leaves my daughter and I take her phones. We go in my room. I call her out of school. I call work. I tell them this horrific like the bloody lady would say police came. They were assholes. Obviously, you know, we tried to go to sleep and we were like, it's not happening. So we both got up. She went to school. I went to work 9, 10 o'clock in the morning. I was like, oh my god, she's going to get home from school before my husband or I get home from work. And who did we give instructions to? Was it her dad? Was it? No. Somebody has instructions to our house. So I called the Downers Grove police. And I tell the woman, we had all this activity last night and you know, my daughter is going to get home and she's like, hang on. Yeah, you know what? There's no activity at your house last night. What? What? Trust me. There was. And she's like, no, there was no activity in your area. I said, oh, no, no, no, no. There was activity in front of my house. There were four to six squad cars. The police were in my house like I didn't get their name. That was all pretty crazy. You talked to 911. There's got to be a record of that. She put me on hold pretty soon. A man came on. He was like, yeah, I was at your house last night. It's fine. What is going on? It's not. It's not. I don't know who we gave instructions to. We got him. We got her. We got him. We intercepted him before he got there. It's fine. So I don't know who he was. My daughter, one of her good friends, the dad was either like a captain or a sergeant in the Donner's Grove Police Department. So as my daughter told her friend, her friend was like, what the f, she's like, I'm calling my dad. So she calls. She's like, Dad, what the hell's going on? What happened? And he said, yeah, I can't talk about it. So that was 18 years ago. She still has my beauty and the beast sweatshirting that I forgot it back. And we have no idea what happened. This is a crazy mystery and also how did that police officer tell you that nothing happened that night? Maybe she just didn't know. Do you think it was a cover up? I don't know. A hush up. I don't know. That is why. Lynn, you're so fun. You're a perfect mother for this scenario. God, that's crazy. Crazy. Crazy. So a few weeks later, I called my daughter out of school. I said, we're going to my vacation for a week. And they were like, yeah, that would be an unexcused. I said, no, it would be stupid. I just told you I'm taking her. They were like, you have to talk to the dean. I said, by all means, he got on the phone. I said, look, this is what we had to deal with. We're going to Florida for a week. And he said, OK, yeah, good. Did you go to Daytona? We went to Fort Lauderdale. We had a hotel on the beach, walked out. It was very nice. No bloody lady. No bloody lady. No, and we told my husband never again. Yeah. But also, what was he supposed to do? There's a girl saying, I need help. What's he going to do? Ignore it? Couple years later, because he was a commercial garbage man. And he was near Good Samaritan hospital. And he came home from work one day. And he said, you'll be very proud of me. He said I was driving on a route. Passing the hospital. He said there was a woman in the driveway of the hospital in a gown, waving at him. And he said, I just kept going. You got to make your wife happy first. My son actually said, maybe she'll listen. If this ever gets aired, maybe she'll call in and say, I'm the one lady. Yes, you'll have to send us a photo of the sweatshirt so we can confirm, yeah. One thing is, I have to tell you, parenthood, probably one of my favorite shows. So I told my daughter I would have to tell you that. And can she say hello to you? Yes, of course, of course. Hi, guys. Hi. That was Lynn. Who are you? I'm Samantha. Hi, Samantha. You were sleeping on the couch? I sure was. Crazy story that we've told for many, many years. And I'm a day one arm cherry. And I've been listening and listening. And so finally, this problem came up and it probably could have been wild cards, too. But I was like, Mom, we have to submit this was perfect. Your mom's so fun. Oh my god. What a firecracker. Yeah. She's a beautiful mix of a Midwesterner and a New Yorker. There's a lot of go fuck yourself in her, you know? Love it. Absolutely. Love it. Great. She's going to love it. And was there any detail that she left out you want to tell us about or anything she got wrong? Do you remember this woman? I can't remember her face or anything. I was shaking. I was so scared. I remember they tackled her in the backyard. And they also did say that it was kind of like a drug deal hookup gone bad and that she jumped through the window at the siberus. That's what the cuts are about. Supposedly, but we never saw any damage to the siberus. Huh. A lot of questions. Yeah. Was never in the paper. Is the siberus still in action? Sure is. There are definitely still people utilizing the siberus. And you yourself ever stayed at the siberus? No, sir. Okay. Yeah, you're a good moment. I've been to that siberus. Wait, Rob, you've been to the siberus to make love. Did you go there to make love with a girlfriend? No. Oh my god. Were you guys in the hot tub and stuff? We didn't learn anything about the bloody lady, but we're learning a lot about Rob. I might have been there for this. I'm glad Rob knows all about it. Yeah. This has been a delight. Yes. I love your mom and dad. You and your mom. Good night. I've gotten a better mama. Well, hug her on our behalf. Thank you for telling that story. That was incredible. Absolutely. Thank you guys. All right. Take care. Bye. I want to go to their house for dinner and then go to the siberus. The siberus sounds like the Neptune Inn. What's it called in Veronica Mars, where? Why did you go there, Rob? So you're 19 and you have a girlfriend and you can't go home. Yeah. I love it, Rob. It's like an anniversary. It was like an anniversary. Why didn't you just do it outside at that point? Yeah. In the park. I feel like you're too hygienic for the siberus. I don't think I was thinking about that element at that point. That came later in life. Different part of your brain. There's like a waterfall pool in the room. It sounds like it smells like chlorine in every room. Yeah. It sounds disgusting. Yeah. It's like a water that other people have been fucking in. What's the place of Veronica Mars? Neptune Inn or something. Yeah. And that's where everyone would go and be scheezy. So they're naughty business. Yeah. Yeah. All right. Okay. Don't break in. We had one, but luckily I didn't in her face with the person we discovered after the fact they had been in the house. That's preferred. That you don't know. Yeah. Yeah, obviously. Especially with my temperament. What am I going to do? How am I going to survive this? Well, you'll lock your doors. That was back when we were still pretending we lived in the Midwest, but now we've learned our lessons. Should I lock my bedroom door? People say don't do that because the firefighters. Yeah. Or like if I have a seizure, no one can get in. What's the point? Because someone wants to get through your bedroom door. They will. No. But if I hear it moving, I can just start screaming. I'm crying. I just call 911. You're on travel. Yeah. No, you got to go on your balcony and jump off. Oh. Yeah. You should have a little rope. That's more of the move. No. You keep it under your bed. It's got a grappling hook. You quickly run through the grappling hook around the railing and then you go over the side. I think panic room still to move for you. Panic bed. Panic bed. Panic box. That's a coffin. It's a tomb. Monica Padman's celebrity panic box beds. Check them out. This is a great idea. It is. It just lowers wherever you were sleeping. Just lowers and the top closes in. They can be chic. Yeah. Like I'll make them cute. And you might even prefer sleeping in the interior of the mattress. But if you're claustrophobic, that's not a move for you. But you probably are the less claustrophobic than you are homicide of phobic. I am. Yeah. I think most people probably. All right. Well, that was a ride. Love you. Do you want to sing a tune or something? I want to have a theme song. Oh. Okay. Great. We don't have a thing. So for this new show. So here I go. Go. Go. We're going to add some random questions in with the help of our cherries, bookets and suggestions. Fire Rindish, all of fire Rindish, enjoy